The chords of life

“I inherited my love for music from your grandfather who had been composing and performing music for his fellow soldiers on the road,” my father, Lam, reminisced as I asked him about his start in music. 

“He taught me how to handle a guitar ever since I was a little boy hiding from frequent bombing in the city. I joined a band when I was in college, shredding impromptu electric chords though more than occasionally distracted by your mother singing at the center of the stage,” he confessed. He met my mother when he was a senior in the College of Architecture and she was a freshman at the College of Medicine; they got married right after my mother finished medical school and became a doctor.

A sad thing happened during this great love story: my father broke one of his finger and although it healed, he could never play it like he used to. After college he became an architect for the Ministry of Foreign Affair, overlooking national projects to accommodate foreign diplomats in Vietnam.

My father has sacrificed a lot since accepting his post in the Mission of Vietnam at the United Nations, having been struggled to readjust with life in a foreign land while reaching fifty year old, half of his life. Even though he is swamped with works at all time of the day, every now and then father picks up his guitar to play some of his love song or playfully finger the electric piano we found in front of our apartment.

“It’s never too late to start with music nor does it worth to give up melodies,” he always tell me. His life story has proven so…

 

To relax

Scientists have long discovered the positive effect that classical music has on our brain, notably demonstrated in the practice of making babies, toddlers, and fetus listen to it, thereby stimulating their brain power. Likewise, the best way to get rid of all the stress and troubles accumulated in the week is to enjoy a piece of classical music performed by expert musicians in New York City. Dwelling upon this notion, I recommend you to check out a performance by the amazing string sextet Concertante this Monday to celebrate the group’s 15th anniversary this season. The performance features pieces by two of my most favorite composers, Lutwig Van Beethoven’s String Trio in C Minor (Op. 9, No. 3) and Johann Brahms’ Quintet in B minor, along with Corigliano’s “Soliloquy” for Clarinet and String Quartet. The concert will be held at 7:30 pm, Merkin Concert Hall, 129 West 67th Street, Manhattan for the affordable price of $10 per ticket per student. Relax and enjoy the show.

The classical in New York

The arts invoke countless emotions in the audiences and an art review’s “raison d’être”  is to elicit those emotions from the readers even when they were not presented at the performance. A concert’s review does exactly the same purpose, except that experiencing music is something so abstract as the music itself and that the music reviewer’s mission becomes a thousand times harder. Trinity Church Calls; Composersrespond by Steve Smith and A Tighter, Lighter, Smaller Mahler by Allan Kozinn offer different styles of reviewing along with their pros and cons.

In his article, Steve Smith talks about the arduous task of contemporary composers competing with their ancient predecessors Bach, Brahms, Mahler in commemorating the tenth anniversary of the 9/11 attack. Although giving certain applause to the ancient composers in the opening paragraph, Steve Smith signifies the many performances by contemporary artists given to the Trinity Church for their commemorating concert, one of which was ultimately chosen by it, Moran’s “Trinity requiem.” Asides from the occasional drops of musical jargon into the review, Steve goes right into the details of the performance and the emotion each reveals with unswerving manner. “Crashing” organ chords resonates the sounds of the planes crashing into the Twin Towers; gentle “dissonances” and “nervous” repetition of the chorus reanimate the scene in which the whole world was watching the event with unanimous prayers and hopes for the victims; the organ dropped out after offertory based on Pachelbel’s Canon, leaving only the cello playing elicits from the readers grief, redemption, diminishment, and loss as if we were there again, shocked at the debris that is left after the attack. In short, Steve Smith’s expert musical perception and compelling vocabulary express the grief that was the purpose of the performance.

Allan Kozinn’s review tackles a different event that is more professionally involved, the centenary commemoration of the premier of Mahler’s “Das Lied von der Erde.” The Orchestra of St.Luke celebrated this occasion by performing the reduced version of “Das Lied” by Schoenberg and Riehn. Allan elaborates the immediate effect of moving from Mahler’s full score to Schoenberg and Reihn’s trimmed version, lauding its “benefits as obvious as the compromise.” Furthermore, he compliments the orchestra for having managed the best of their ability to handle the transition. Allan seldom brings out out small setbacks of the performance objectively and helps underscore the success of the performance, like in this critic: “Granted, certain strands are eliminated, or slipped into one of the two keyboard parts. But the essence is here, and it works.” He uses strong, opinionated language and adjectives such as “understandably,””obvious,””freshly,””hefty,””strong,” throughout the review to convey the voice of a true music critic. “Street” terms like “under the hood” and “tight” are used twice to induce a comic relief in the overall heavy and professional review.

As the arts can bring out countless interpretations, so do the style of reviews varies accordingly. Steve Smith and Alan Kozinn handle different topics in their reviews yet their opinions as art critics both strive to excite in the readers the emotions that they had felt while attending those performances and to help them participate in such events in the future in order to truly experience them by themselves.

The classical in New York

The arts invoke countless emotions in the audiences and an art review’s “raison d’être”  is to elicit those emotions from the readers even when they were not presented at the performance. A concert’s review does exactly the same purpose, except that experiencing music is something so abstract as the music itself and that the music reviewer’s mission becomes a thousand times harder. Trinity Church Calls; Composers respond by Steve Smith and A Tighter, Lighter, Smaller Mahler by Allan Kozinn offer different styles of reviewing along with their pros and cons.

In his article, Steve Smith talks about the arduous task of contemporary composers competing with their ancient predecessors Bach, Brahms, Mahler in commemorating the tenth anniversary of the 9/11 attack. Although giving certain applause to the ancient composers in the opening paragraph, Steve Smith signifies the many performances by contemporary artists given to the Trinity Church for their commemorating concert, one of which was ultimately chosen by it, Moran’s “Trinity requiem.” Asides from the occasional drops of musical jargon into the review, Steve goes right into the details of the performance and the emotion each reveals with unswerving manner. “Crashing” organ chords resonates the sounds of the planes crashing into the Twin Towers; gentle “dissonances” and “nervous” repetition of the chorus reanimate the scene in which the whole world was watching the event with unanimous prayers and hopes for the victims; the organ dropped out after offertory based on Pachelbel’s Canon, leaving only the cello playing elicits from the readers grief, redemption, diminishment, and loss as if we were there again, shocked at the debris that is left after the attack. In short, Steve Smith’s expert musical perception and compelling vocabulary express the grief that was the purpose of the performance.

Allan Kozinn’s review tackles a different event that is more professionally involved, the centenary commemoration of the premier of Mahler’s “Das Lied von der Erde.” The Orchestra of St.Luke celebrated this occasion by performing the reduced version of “Das Lied” by Schoenberg and Riehn. Allan elaborates the immediate effect of moving from Mahler’s full score to Schoenberg and Reihn’s trimmed version, lauding its “benefits as obvious as the compromise.” Furthermore, he compliments the orchestra for having managed the best of their ability to handle the transition. Allan seldom brings out out small setbacks of the performance objectively and helps underscore the success of the performance, like in this critic: “Granted, certain strands are eliminated, or slipped into one of the two keyboard parts. But the essence is here, and it works.” He uses strong, opinionated language and adjectives such as “understandably,””obvious,””freshly,””hefty,””strong,” throughout the review to convey the voice of a true music critic. “Street” terms like “under the hood” and “tight” are used twice to induce a comic relief in the overall heavy and professional review.

As the arts can bring out countless interpretations, so do the style of reviews varies accordingly. Steve Smith and Alan Kozinn handle different topics in their reviews yet their opinions as art critics both strive to excite in the readers the emotions that they had felt while attending those performances and to help them participate in such events in the future in order to truly experience them by themselves.

The classic

In “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close,” author John Safran Foer invokes remembrance with many devices. First, he intertwines pieces of letters that Oscar’s grandfather wrote to his father and that Oscar’s grandmother wrote to himself in between the main plot. This gives the story a nostalgic feeling overall as pieces of the letters reveal Oscar’s grandparents’ past and how does it affect every member in the family. Moreover, the author scatters pictures throughout the book that relate to past events including Oscar’s grandfather’s doorknob, his hands with the yes and no on it, and pictures of a falling man on 9/11. He brings out remembrance in these pictures and constantly reminds the readers of how memory in the book affects one’s past, present, and future. On the other hand, Jhumpa Lahiri in “The namesake” conjures up remembrance with other approaches. The first to be pointed out is how the story is narrated in chronological order, from the beginning of Ashoke’s train accident, to Ashima’s marriage to Ashoke, then to how they started in Boston, up until they gave birth to Gogol and Sonita, and then how they too grew up, went to college, and lived life of their own, and so on. Jhumpa invokes remembrance by making the whole life story of the Ganguli go by so fast, that we as readers think back to the beginning and how long has it been since it happened; this effect by turn generates a feeling of bittersweet reminiscence. What makes Jhumpa’s approach to remembrance special is how she makes the whole story revolves around the namesake of Gogol Ganguli, thus the title “the namesake.” Each time Gogol has a struggle between his pet name and his good name with his parents, friends, or even between himself rouses the reader back to the origin of his name, to the train accident that almost killed Ashoke, and to the Russian poet Nikhil Gogol that had inspired Ashoke from the beginning in Calcutta. In conclusion, both novels, although using different methods and devices, trigger in the readers a sense of the past and of reminiscence, a theme which our class will be concentrated on this semester.

to Vietnam, from America with love

The part when the Ganguli family went visiting Calcutta for eight months resembles one experience that I had when visiting my home country Vietnam after the school year had ended. Just like Gogol, the way I dressed when landed at the airport distanced me from the rest of the family greeting me. Just like Gogol, I had to stay at relative houses from time to time and have fun with them, some I don’t really remember. Just like Gogol, I was asked barrage of questions about my life in America and withstood their remarks about the difference between the ways of life, both negative and positive. Just like Gogol, I got dragged by my parents to places that I wouldn’t have come to myself, but for the sake of remembrance and for their joy. The only difference from my trip and Gogol’s is that asides from all the seldom negativity and awkwardness of acquaintances, it was one of the most enjoyable experience of my life where I got to meet new people, discover new places, and dwell into the past by emerging myself in the community. It was a fulfilling vacation.

A brief intro…

Hey guys, I hope you all had a good experience in your first week at Baruch. My name is Quan and I am an international student who moved to New York 3 years ago from Cincinnati OH and before that from Hanoi, Vietnam. My experience here in the US has been pleasant so far, though not without its ups and downs. I have learned how to play the violin and picked up hip-hop dancing here in New York. For 3 years, I have made so many friends, both older and younger than me, and they have helped me familiarize with my new life in the city and taught me many things that I would have never known had I stay in Vietnam. I am hoping to get to know all of you fellow Macaulay scholars and to learn as much as I can from this class and during my journey here at Baruch. See you all in class!!